I hate it when two friends ditch you, another is barely speaking to you (and you miss them a lot), and yet another sticks you with the on call duty phone yet again.  That’s five nights on duty in a row this week.  Also, I somehow manage to get dragged into everyone else’s drama despite how much I dislike it.  I pray for uninterrupted sleep tonight.

I am really good at geography apparently, as well, as today I successfully memorized the heptarchies and all thirty-seven, or so, counties of Britain.  Go me!

su-pesadilla:

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Teapots as pots for plants. I like this idea!

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Every great magic trick consists of three parts or acts. The first part is called “The Pledge.” The magician shows you something ordinary: a deck of cards, a bird or a man. He shows you this object. Perhaps he asks you to inspect it to see if it is indeed real, unaltered, normal. But of course… it probably isn’t. The second act is called “The Turn.” The magician takes the ordinary something and makes it do something extraordinary. Now you’re looking for the secret… but you won’t find it, because of course you’re not really looking. You don’t really want to know. You want to be fooled. But you wouldn’t clap yet. Because making something disappear isn’t enough; you have to bring it back. That’s why every magic trick has a third act, the hardest part, the part we call “The Prestige.”

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